12.29.2019

Hoopoe

Prologue

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Pia comes awake with a gasp.

She can’t see. That’s the first thing that grabs her attention. She brings her hands up and rubs at her eyes. They’re wet, or her hands are, but at least the more she blinks, the more her vision slowly clears up.

What she sees is the interior of some sort of container. One with her inside. Everything’s still fuzzy, and there’s a slight ringing in her ears, and she doesn’t understand anything. Something moves in front of her, and she tries to scream, but only ends up coughing up some kind of liquid instead.

Everything hurts. When Pia finally stops coughing up whatever was in her throat, she looks up and in front of her again. Her vision is clearer now, but all that she can see is the inside of the container and darkness beyond it.

Pia doesn’t know what to do. What the hell is going on? Slowly, she reaches out and touches the inside of the container she’s in. It’s wet and warm to the touch, and she hopes like hell that it’s not alive, whatever it is.

Looking down, Pia has to close her eyes against a sudden rush of dizziness and nausea. She swallows, even though her throat feels raw, and tries not to throw up. When the feeling passes, she opens her eyes to look at her feet. They’re bare, and with slow understanding, she runs her gaze up her legs, and then further. Pia is completely naked and soaking wet. Almost as though her body was just waiting for her mind to notice, Pia starts shivering uncontrollably.

What’s happening? What in the world is going on?

With every passing second, she’s feeling a little more aware of her surroundings. Enough to realize that she shouldn’t stay there, wherever she is. She doesn’t know how she got there, but she doesn’t belong in this place.

Shakily, Pia moves one leg. It trembles, but doesn’t collapse under her, and she takes a deep breath before moving the other leg. Pia clings to the side of the container as she steps out beyond it, blinking in the low light.

It shouldn’t surprise her as much as it does that there are other people there, too. Pia looks to her left and two others, a man and a woman, stare back at her blankly, soaking wet and also naked. To her right, there are seven more people of various ages and genders. One person, a man, seems to be walking back and forth steadily, and Pia realizes that he’s the movement she saw earlier. It was his shadow moving along the far wall.

Slowly, she turns around. The container she’s just stepped out of is big enough to hold a person, and that’s it. She’s never seen anything like it before. This is the craziest dream she’s ever had, or she’s in a science fiction movie, or something.

There’s no way that Pia just woke up in an actual cryogenic pod. Those don’t exist.

Now fighting against the urge to cry, Pia turns back around to face the others. She wants to demand answers, to shout at them and ask why she’s there and what’s happening, but she already knows it’s useless. Most of the others are fighting back tears themselves, or even openly crying. Seeing their sadness makes her own tears finally fall, and Pia loses the fight to try and keep everything inside.

It hurts. Her tears feel so hot against her chilly skin.

“What happened?” one woman asks, her voice hoarse and quiet. No one answers. No one knows.

“Lionel,” someone else says. It’s the man who’s been walking back and forth. How long has he been awake? He looks more aware than anyone else, though still wet and naked. He’s also clearly the oldest person there - somewhere in his fifties, if Pia had to guess. “My name’s Lionel.”

She supposes names are as good a place to start as any. “Cory,” someone else says.

“Judy.”

“Terrence.”

“Sam.”

“Sean.”

“Lydia.”

“Kyle.”

“Warren.”

She takes a deep breath and goes last. “Pia.” Her throat is just as raw as everyone else’s, her voice soft and strained.

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Pia wakes up and has no idea where she is or who these strangers are with her. All that she wants is to go home... but that's going to prove impossible for her or any of the others as they venture outside and realize the full scope of their situation. An amazing adventure is about to begin for Pia, as long as she can survive the journey.

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12.10.2019

Say Goodbye

She walks out the door and into the woods
Away, far away into the darkness
No looking back at what she leaves behind
The last light she sees winks out of sight
Nothing left to do but try
Cry and cry and say goodbye
Hope the next time, we realize
The truth before somebody dies
Hard to know when to act
When all the world crashes down
Fear paralyzes us in our tracks
Nothing left to do but drown, drown
Nothing left to do but try
Cry and cry and say goodbye
Hope the next time, we realize
The truth before somebody dies
Down, into the cold darkness
Hard to feel when we’re so numb
Stiff fingers reach out and try so hard
Grasp onto nothing but frozen tears
Nothing left to do but try
Cry and cry and say goodbye
Hope the next time, we realize
The truth before somebody dies
Say a last lie with a smile inside
Hold out for the hope of staying alive
Recognize that nothing’s in the way
Nothing but hate and fear to stain
Nothing left to do but try
Cry and cry and say goodbye
Hope the next time, we realize
The truth before somebody dies
Nothing left to do but try
Cry and cry and say goodbye
Hope the next time, we realize
The truth before somebody dies

The Nothing

Clip my wings
Watch me fall
Will I hit the
Ground now?
No one knows
Not even me
Got to take the
Chance, though
Rather crash
And burn than
Rot away doing
Nothing at all

Freedom

What does freedom smell like?
What feelings do you get
Sitting here all alone
Out on your own
Able to come and go as you wish?
Forget the past - the hurt, the pain
Learn to live another day
Look forward to the sun and sky
Breathing deep for once in your life
Happiness isn’t stability
To me
It’s the ability to choose
Everything, anything
Big or small, see it all
Waiting for the next choice
What is freedom to you?

Sky Climbing

Used to want to fly a kite
Watch it go up so high
Now I realize
I just wanted to fly, too
Wanted to grow wings
And soar into the night
Touch the sky
Be free to go anywhere
No need to worry
About my life or
Those trying to hurt me
Up in the sky
Reality is different
Sadly, I can only dream
Of growing some wings
Still, sometimes I like
To look up at the sky
And think about
Flying a kite
Dreaming once more

11.16.2019

Hard Pressure


Harder still
On your own
Every choice yours
All consequences
Because of you
Easy to think
Grass is greener
And glasses are tinted
Rose in every other
Life but your own
Sometimes, it’s true
You’re free, and feel
All the weight lift
From your soul
Even the pressure
Of being alone
Is new and exciting
What a time to be alive
To experience new
Adventures every day
Harder to be
On your own
But worth every
Single moment
To get there

Invention

Make the puppet myself
Dangle the strings
Feel in charge for once
Until they snap
Carve that doll
Every part carefully
Display it proudly
Until it smashes
Sometimes, we try to make
Everything the way we want
It never works out for very long
Something always comes along
And then everything comes crashing
Down and shattering into pieces
Shards cut your skin and blood flows
You wonder where it all goes
Write your own story now
Plan out all the twists and turns
Take the time to add in some drama
Light the pages on fire and burn the words
Paint with every color available
Use as many brushes as you can find
So many swirls of colors to catch your eye
Until the whole thing turns into mud
We try to create, and then we destroy
So many chances to make the world better
All end up crashing and burning and rotting
Why did you bother to try in the first place?
There’s still a chance, however small, of the world
Becoming something beautiful in the future
Guess that’s what’s worth trying and trying again
Destroying everything as many times as necessary

Strong Enough Now

Look what you made me do
No, that’s not right at all
I’ve got to stop blaming
Everyone and everything else
My mistakes are my own
My decisions are my own
My failures are my own
And my triumphs are, too
Need to stop looking for
Something else to focus on
Need to face everything now
Not turn away from reality
Time to deal with the mess
My life needs cleaned up
Take this chance with both hands
I’m strong enough to survive now

Wish List

All I wanted
This Christmas
Is some hope
In my stocking
All I needed
This Christmas
Is some joy
Under the tree
I didn’t need
You coming back
Showing up
Once again
I didn’t want
To see your face
In front of me
Ever again
All I wanted
This Christmas
Is candy canes
And mistletoe
All I needed
This Christmas
Is sugar cookies
And hot cocoa
Guess I won’t
Get what I want
Guess I can’t
Have what I need
Not this year

11.15.2019

The Out-of-Towner


The building that advertises drinks within looks brand new. Then again, all of the buildings in this town do. He tries to ignore that, and to instead focus on finding some way out of there.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore. Can’t even remember how long he’s been trapped there.

Warily, he looks around, but he’s alone. For now. Being alone is better than those things coming back to attack him again. He doesn’t know what they are, and has only ever been attacked during the night so far, but whatever those things are, they’re completely silent until they attack.

They also have very sharp claws. Grimacing at the memories, he ignores his wounds as much as he can, the deep lacerations slowly scabbing over along his right shoulder and thigh. Those damn things were trying to disable him. Or dismember him. Either way, they almost succeeded.

Luckily, he’s carrying some knives and a gun, though he’s out of bullets now. Has been for days. All that he has left are his knives, and his sanity, and maybe not even that last one.

There’s no rational explanation for why he can’t leave this town. Hell, he should be able to just follow the road and end up somewhere else. Instead, he always winds up walking back towards the town again. He’ll pick a random direction and start to walk, run, climb away, but he’s always back on the same road leading towards the town before too long.

There’s got to be some way out, though. He clings to this assertion with all of his remaining mental strength. After all, he got there somehow. He doesn’t remember exactly how, but he’s there. All that he can recall is driving, and then the car wreck, and then…

Waking up there, however long ago. He’s lost track of the days. Knows that it’s been more than a few weeks. At least. He can’t think about that too much, though, or despair starts creeping up on him all over again at his many failures so far.

No, he’ll get out of there. He has to. He has shit to do, and he can’t just die there.

If those things out there don’t kill him eventually, it’ll be because he’s either escaped or killed himself first, and isn’t that a depressing thought.

There’s got to be an exit, though. He just has to find it. That’s the only thought that’s been keeping him going all of this time. He just needs to hang on for a little while longer.

The buildings around him are of no interest. He’s been through them all already. Looking for signs of life, maybe a clue as to where he is and how to leave, but there’d been nothing. The whole town looks brand new, filled with modern buildings and clean streets, like something out of a damn suburb. Or a nightmare. Both, probably.

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This is the town that no one can escape.

He wakes up with no memory of where he is or how he got there, and the town is still and silent. There's nothing but fog in every direction, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to escape. There are creatures in the dark that attack him, and a cemetery that he doesn't want to go near, and all the while, he's trapped in this place.

This is the town that no one ever leaves, and he is the out-of-towner who is about to learn the reason why.

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10.23.2019

The Present


Lucy doesn’t like going to visit her grandparents very much.

She doesn’t remember them, because they both died before she was born, so it’s kind of boring to stand in the cemetery and visit them. Lucy also doesn’t like how sad her mom is after they go.

Still, Lucy is five years old now, and so she’s old enough to understand that sometimes you have to do things that you don’t really want to do. She makes a flower crown that morning, and lays it on her grandma’s grave when they arrive. She also has some flowers tied together in a bundle for her grandpa, and puts them down on his. After that, though, there’s nothing else for Lucy to do.

Her mom stands beside their graves for a long time. She always does this, and then she always starts crying, and Lucy doesn’t like that at all. She walks a little ways away, looking at the other graves and wondering whose parents are buried there. She doesn’t go too far away, but she doesn’t like to look at her mom while the woman talks with her mom and dad.

It’s sad that they’re dead, and Lucy wishes that she could have met them, and sometimes she does tell them about something that’s happening in her life while she and her mom visits. There’s nothing new going on right now, though, so Lucy is silent. She’s not having a birthday anytime soon, and she’s already been in school for one whole year. What else is there?

“Hello, there,” someone says suddenly.

Lucy looks up at the sound of the voice, and an old lady is smiling down at her. Her hair is really pretty, and so are her eyes. They remind Lucy of her mom’s.

“Hi,” she replies. Lucy isn’t supposed to talk to strangers, but this is a cemetery, so the rules might be different. Besides, her mom is still standing only a few feet away.

“Are you here visiting someone?” the lady asks her.

Nodding, Lucy points back at her mom. “We’re talking to my grandparents,” she says, making sure to speak slowly and enunciate each word carefully.

The lady looks over at Lucy’s mom and smiles sadly. “It’s difficult to lose loved ones,” she says. “You seemed lonely, so I decided to come say hello.”

Lucy thinks that’s very nice of the lady, when she probably has other things to do. “It’s nice to meet you,” she says, because Lucy knows how to be polite. “My name’s Lucy.”

“Lucy is a very pretty name,” the lady says, and Lucy smiles happily. She likes that this lady thinks her name is pretty. “Well, Lucy, I have a gift for you.”

The lady reaches up to her neck and takes off her necklace, and, to Lucy’s delight and astonishment, the lady holds out the necklace towards her.

“I can really have it?” Lucy wonders.

The lady nods. “Yes, I think it’s perfect for you.”

Lucy reaches out a hand, and the lady drops the necklace into her palm. It’s yellow, and Lucy thinks that it’s gold, and it has a small, red rose hanging from the chain, and it’s the prettiest thing that Lucy has ever seen.

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Five-year-old Lucy is at the cemetery visiting her grandparents with her mom when she’s given a very special present by a mysterious lady. Now, every day is an adventure for Lucy, as she tries to help the strange people around her who seem to appear and vanish very suddenly!

The past merges with the present in this fun, yet haunting, short story.

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